It's so bittersweet. I mean, I skipped the majority of season 8 and almost all of season 9, but I think my viewership still counts. In the finale, they also incorporate the theme music into the ending score:
FREAKING SHATTERING. :( You never think those little whistles could make you feel sad. I'm glad they kiss and essentially get together in the finale, at least. And Mulder even says, "my son"! And Scully says "our son"! William really was theirs'! I do agree with other criticism on this episode, though, in that it felt like a big clip show. They should have done more--there wasn't much action in it, except for the cold open and towards the near end. A lot of questions were answered, sure. And a few more popped up as a result. But that's just it. It felt more like a fan Q+A at times, you know?
Well, thank God for the bountiful fan content. I'm just gonna go bury myself in that for a while. ...Plus, there is always the 2016 episodes that I don't remember much of.
I think this show helped me, actually. It makes me want to be more serious. Passionate to what I do, and commit to it, like the characters were...and it's helped make me a little less immature, in a way. Or come off as immature, less. I wish my parents would see that, though. My mom is still forbidding me from cutting my hair(she literally throws a tantrum and shuts me out every time I mention it), and thinks I'm too young to watch shows like Californication. It is very, very apparent to me that my dad often does not see me as an equal, as much as he likes to tout otherwise(That might have to do with sexism, I think? It's subtle, but I see it). I am 18. Why can't they see that?
Anyway, where people have failed me, The X-Files has not. Thanks, Chris Carter.
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